Timothy Alan Parker left for school in a bad mood.
Just because he’d forgotten his jacket when he came home yesterday, his mother was making him wear one of his older brother’s hand-me-downs. It was a gazillion sizes too big. Timmy was the shortest, skinniest boy in the whole fifth grade. He knew the kids in his class would make fun of him, especially Buck Peterson, the school bully.
Timmy stopped at the neighborhood park. He sat beneath a tree next to a narrow stream and played a sad tune on his harmonica.
Something glittered in the water.
What was it?
A bit of copper wire, maybe?
No, it was a ring.
Curiously, Timmy fished the golden band from the creek. He slipped it onto his finger.
POOF!
Timmy was whisked away to a world that desperately needed someone exactly his size, as long as he was clever and resourceful and brave.